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Gratitude

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This afternoon I will drive to Maine with my family to spend the week with my parents, my siblings and their families. In the wake of what has been a very trying, chaotic and dark, and in the same moment, transitional month, I am looking forward.

An old friend suggested keeping a gratitude list to help in times when it is easier to believe life is dominated by sadness and failure, when it is most difficult to see out of the emptiness. From this space of love for family and Maine summers, I can see quite clearly what I have to be grateful for today.

I am grateful for compassion – for myself and others.

I am grateful for quiet

I am grateful for notebooks and deluxe-micro uni-ball pens

I am grateful for hands that can create and show affection

I am grateful for the ability to write and speak true things

I am grateful for small dogs

I am grateful to be surrounded by profound honesty and love that is present even when I am not

I am grateful for the powers greater than my depression – for the ocean, morning stillness, birds and their songs.

Next week I will begin the work of finding a therapist and wellness. There is nothing linear about this process and I expect missteps and frustration as well as relief and hope. And to be in a place where hope is something I can imagine is also a gratitude.

This is me today:

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Some mornings I wake up and everything within me is full of rage. I am humiliated by my life – I am not in command of anything. Every action taken by those around me feels like an affront or an assault.

I don’t have the switch that some people seem to, which says: “This is out of your control.” “Let it go.” “Don’t take everything so personally.”

When one has emotions that are out of proportion to action – which I do pretty much all the time – those rational parts of the brain which respond to normal or even less than normal, but not actually directly harmful actions or behaviours, are not able to help me to see that I am angrier than I should be. That anger makes me feel ashamed of myself because I cannot let it go.

Everything when one is where I am currently feels bad. Everything feels intentional. The smallest slight, which for someone with a healthy brain may only trigger irritation, can throw me into a tailspin that I will obsess about for hours or days.

This is not better than feeling nothing. It is exhausting and embarrassing and eventually leads me back to the relative safety of feeling nothing. Because between the two, choosing the lack of emotion feels less bad.

This inability to regulate emotional response and the recovery it takes to finally let go – by retreating to the meaningless place where none of this matters is not good. This is the cycle of most of my days. Like many people with depression, I feel better as the day moves on. Which is helpful today, when I meet with a psychiatrist for the first time since I was hospitalized this afternoon.

Imagine if most of your days begin this way. This is me today:

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